Sinful

Forgive me because I have sinned. I have committed crimes that have left psychopaths crying and dictators pleading.

Excuse me because I have burned the last chance for humanity and I feel with poison and iron fist in my ribs, as a punishment that I have to drag where I walk.

I have betrayed the confidence of confessing and spit out all the secrets shared in order to clear my mistakes from my hands. 

I am a selfish being with the last remorse to continue living when the bells have marked the end of time.

You have me on my knees with laments that are hypocritical and false because the demons in me would do-everything back. They would fall into divine temptations to be able to write and torment.

You ask me to pray ten times and fifteen more. 

Although we both know that the guilt does not go away and you are left with forty prayers so maybe someone could find me innocent. But come on Father, even my late dad is selling his soul so that at least the devil lets me sleep in his arms.

T.A.